Asher Thames P.O.V
Shit! The usual lines have dented the skin on my now stinging, red cheek. Yes, I Asher Thames have been face planted into a locker again. Nothing unusual here, teachers don't bother to ask now about the frequently present marks on my skin. My cusses and deep groans barely attract any attention as Chip Dean prances down the hall, well not really prances, more like struts really fast full tilt to God knows where, laughing like the idiot he is. This is a weekly if not daily occurrence, and I can't help the built up anger inside me come out on the only friend I have or ever will have at this God forsaken high School.
Katie-Lynne Geoffrey, with her huge, bush-baby like eyes, shoulder length, straight, blonde hair and thick black framed glasses was staring at me.
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In her eyes I saw a little flash of hurt, but she was also smirking, considering she had heard me rant at her so many times.
"What the hell Kate? Can't you warn me when they come next time, I'd rather not have permanent lines on my face?" I went on and on about how much I hated that douche and all of his friends. Kate just stood there, nodded and sighed a few times, but other than that she was silent waiting for me to stop and actually speak like a normal person again.
I finished, and looked up from the ground only to see Kate's wide violet eyes staring at something. I turned instantly only to almost have a heart attack on the spot. Stood directly in front of me was the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world. I mean I am not joking, models would cry if they saw her heart-attack-worthy face.
I just stared, floundering in my head for something to say or do, just something, but nothing, this is getting ridiculous, maybe it's the fact I had just been face planted into metal, because I was usually quite intellectual, usually. But this girl always had this effect on me, it's ... surreal to be in the same vicinity as her, really, she's that beautiful.
Katie-Lynn's P.O.V
Arriving to school in my mom's car is degrading enough, but the fact that she actually drops me off and picks me up is much worse. See, she won't let me drive ever; I'm not allowed to take the test, or even get behind a wheel. No actually I am 'forbidden' to touch the driving part of a car. Why you ask? My mom has a serious case of paranoia. No, but it seems that way. My sister is in a wheel chair because she was in a three car pile-up on the free way. Now she has no use of her legs and I am left to walk everywhere except when my mom insists on lifts. I don't blame my mom for the way she is, but sometimes it gets pretty annoying and damn embarrassing.
Luckily I have the best, best friend within a three block radius. Kidding, but he is the best thing since sliced bread. Asher Thames, with his long-ish brown slicked back hair, chunky black brows and bright mesmerising green eyes, he is a killer catch. But of course his dress sense, hair and personality keep him from getting any girls, popularity or good attention in any way. He attracts attentions alright; he's the football team's punching bag. Ash is tall, I have no idea how tall, lean and he wears sweater vests. That says it all. His image screams nerd and loner. But he has me, his best friend Kate for the past 16 years. I love him so much, in a brotherly, best friend kind of way, but I totally get why he is a killer catch, he is sweet, funny, too cute for his own good and I am putty in his hands.
You see he just came back from a five month visit to Wales, U.K where he stayed with his relatives, and man did he change! He must of hung at the gym alot because he came back more muscular than normal. His slicked back hair wasn't slick back like normal when he came to my house straight after he got back, it was like bed head hair and it fell around his cute face and in his eyes.
